Twisted Me

Is the best part that he got doxxed? No.

Is the best part that he got tracked down by a local and beaten? No.

Arrested on state at federal charges, looking at up to 5 years and 50K? Nope.

The best part is the local city council's reaction.

Not Bluetooth.

Not streaming.

I’m talking full emotional activation through slightly warped Dolby cassette stereo while rewinding with a pencil because the tape got eaten during “Billie Jean.”

That kind of happiness.

One tiny “hee hee,” one aggressive “Shamone,” and suddenly I’m strutting through the house carrying laundry like I’m entering Wembley Stadium in 1988 thinking… “Who’s bad?”

Meanwhile my back sounds like bubble wrap and I’m wearing reading glasses on a chain.

But spiritually?